The thing we call romance is a diversion from something truer, which is life.

If I describe a person's physical appearance in my writing, which I often do, especially in fiction, I never say someone is "black" or "white." I may describe the color of their skin - black eyes, beige skin, blue eyes, dark skin, etc. But I'm not talking about race.

The garden has taught me to live, to appreciate the times when things are fallow and when they're not.

I've never gotten used to winter and never will.

People don't make changes because things are wonderful.

There's something to be said about a slightly plump person—you have just enough of too much.

I wish that I could love someone so much that I would die from it.